“Buddy, you really need to move on.  She has.”


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Earlier that day

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Marco frowned.

The 1955 Porsche Spyder was parked in front of his gate, his fiancée’s ex husband leaning against a rear fender.


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Wrapped in bathrobes, they sat at the dining room table with a bottle of wine and a wooden platter of freshly made crostini in front of them.


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He had only raised his voice to her once before, and that was a long, long time ago.

“I shouldn’t even dignify that question with an answer.  In fact, I shouldn’t even be entertaining this conversation, but we’ve spent too many years not talking about what’s going on between us.”


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“Carolyn.”  Marco’s voice was soft as he stood over her.


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Carolyn shivered, though the evening air was still quite mild.


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“Where do you find them?” Kyle asked, his mouth forcing itself into a smile as he pulled his fingers through his hair.


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Cassie reached for her friend, touching her arm and gently brushing a stray hair from her face.


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Carolyn spun away from the door and moved toward the window that looked out onto the pool deck.


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Elisabeth stood.

“Okay.  That’s it girls, we’re out of here.”  Ophelia said, resting a couple of shot glasses onto the coffee table.

Carolyn lept to her feet.

“What did you say to him?” She asked Marco, her tone accusing.


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